"What... What are you trying to do?" Si Jianan squints, looking at Song Qinghuan, and he finds her expression rather strange.
Song Qinghuan bites her lip, staring at his eyes, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.
Although what she wants to do is fake, she still feels a bit weird about it. She's unsure how to explain.
Disregarding the rest, she doesn't say much and just takes out her phone. She opens the video application, places it on the table in a way that captures them and says, "I just want to record a video of us. Whatever we're going to do next, let's just do it."
"A video? What is it that you're trying to accomplish?" Si Jianan is increasingly confused.
"Never mind about the details, just go with it," says Song Qinghuan, while taking Si Jianan's arm.
Si Jianan squints his eyes, withdrawing his hand from her and placing it on her shoulder, escorting her, "What kind of video you want to shoot, can I take it a step further?"
His voice carries a hint of temptation.
